"Outer Kiev, repurposed Hydra base, September of 2019. This is right about the time and place that everything goes to shit."
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Just a little something about boys in love and telepathy fucking things up.
Just a cup of coffee by bioloyg
E | 2.4k | n.w.a
Despite the glass separating them, and the fear that’s rendered Bucky mute, there’s quite an intense conversation that progresses the longer they look at one another. Bucky’s eyes plea for peace and isolation, and Sam’s – they say okay. Sam finishes his sip of whatever the hell is in his cup and just looks away. Maybe that’s why Bucky goes inside anyway.
You’re Blowin’ My Mind (With the Things You Say to Me) by jemgirl
T | 2.1k | c.c.n.t.w
“Now you know I hate to get all in your business,” Sarah said, in lieu of a greeting, as she walked into the kitchen. [..]
“Yeah, since when?” Sam shot back, not even bothering to look up from the table where he was working on Redwing.
“But,” she continued sharply, choosing to ignore his remark. “I think you need to talk to your boyfriend.”
“My what?” He spat, his head snapping up to stare at her. [..]
Or: After getting an earful from Bucky at the cookout, Sarah suggests Sam and Bucky have a chat... and they do.
baby you're the wave and I'm ready for the crash by napricot | Part 1 of Series
E | 6.6k | n.w.a
“Nah, my plan’s better,” Sam declares, before clapping Bucky on the shoulder.
“I’m sorry, what plan? Was that a plan? It didn’t sound like a plan to me, it sounded like a vague intention,” says Bucky, still scowling, and Sam grins.
“We’re winging it, the plan is a work in progress! Now c’mon, we gotta make some wardrobe adjustments if we’re gonna get into that club.”
Sam and Bucky have some unorthodox methods of going undercover in a club.
The Ever Dwindling Personal Boundaries Between Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes by dendrite_blues
E | 20k | n.w.a
Sam knows he's in trouble the first time he catches a blank stare from Bucky and thinks, dude, if you're that tired take a goddamn nap.
Because that's where he's at now, apparently. Reading the mopey merc's inscrutable expressions like he's fluent in asshole.
Mirror Mirror by ebonpen
E | 5.2k | n.w.a
“I’m gonna fuck you in front of a mirror one day...”
things you never say by glittercake
M | 8.5k | n.w.a
He turns to look at Bucky, grinning, "I dare you."
"No! Literally no!" Bucky looks over his shoulder then back at Sam nervously, keeping his distance, "Have you never heard of Adam and Eve? I'm pretty sure this is exactly how their story went."
"First of all," Sam says, wiggling his eyebrows, "They were naked. Now, listen, I'm game—"
"Oh my god."
"Anyway, chickenshit, watch this."
or, Sam messes around with stuff in the Soul Stone he shouldn't be messing around with and pays the consequences.
Start Me Up And Watch Me Go by Yavannie
E | 3.4k | n.w.a
“I’m sorry,” Bucky says, “about your entire car, okay? I’ll tell you what, I’ll buy you a new one.”
“I’ve seen your apartment, Bucky: you don’t have that kind of money.” [..]
“I’ll get a loan,” he says, because he’s not above telling a white lie to keep the bickering going.
“I have. A car,” Sam says, each word sharp and precise.
“What then? What’ll it take to get you to shut up about it?” [..]
"What are you offering?" he asks.
In which Sam brings up the steering wheel thing yet again and Bucky tries to make up for it.
sehun / tao | harry potter au, fluff, romance, humor | nc17 | 14.3k | djongdae
Where Sehun is too much in love with Zitao, Zitao too obsessed with Instagram, Baekhyun - as always - a fucking pain in the ass, and Kyungsoo the master of potions.
“As if you’re having that bad of a time,” Harry said, and Draco glanced at him over his shoulder before arranging the duvet neatly on the mattress.
“I’m fine,” Draco said, picking up Harry’s towel from the floor to hang on the broken bunk’s ladder. “Aside from living with an absolute troll. Nice pick for your first wand core. Was that a family heirloom?”
Harry tried to shove him, but was laughing too hard, and ended up grabbing his arm instead as he buckled forward.
“Shut up—” Harry said, and Draco huffed. “You’re so dumb.”
“Am not. What kind of wood do you want for your wand? Now I’ve managed to make something decent enough, Alder will let me pick?”
Harry gave him a little push as he released Draco’s arm, then squeezed his hands together, feeling hot.
“I dunno. Maple might be nice. Bet it tastes good.”
“Taste? We’re not eating them.”
“No, I know, but like…you know, when you hold a wand and you can taste it?”
Draco stared at him with a lifted brow, hands in his pockets.
“Potter, what in Merlin are you talking about? You’re licking them? Did you—did you lick my wand?” Harry struggled to hold in his laugh for approximately one second before he was doubled over, holding his stomach. “Shut up! That is not what I meant!”
Harry tilted onto his side as Draco pushed him, curling into a ball, laughing so hard he felt delirious. The imagery was mad either way—whether it was Draco’s real wand that he was licking or—or...his brain short-circuited as he pictured something else, and suddenly he didn’t find it funny at all anymore. He let his laugh taper off, looked up at Draco’s reddened face, his crossed arms.
“Did you?” Draco persisted.
Harry swallowed, feeling a bit sick—a bit sweaty—a bit too lost in his own mind to answer the question.
“No,” Harry said as he sat up, wiping his forehead. “I just meant when you get a good grip on it—” a bubble of laughter threatened and his mouth quirked, but he tamed himself and leveled his voice. “You can sort of…taste the flavour of the wood and the core.
Harry saves Draco's life, so Draco offers to blow him as a reward. He expects Harry to be the noble Gryffindor and decline, but Harry unzips his flies and tells a shocked Draco to go for it.
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“Usually when I save someone’s life, they just say ‘thank you’,” Potter said, and Draco’s face pinched, leaning back.
“I’d rather blow you than do something so degrading.”
Potter huffed, then his lips pressed flat, his fingers loosening around Draco’s wrist. His green eyes caught a shine, as if he were seeing Draco more clearly, and Draco’s heart knocked against his ribs as Potter’s hands dropped and undid his flies. In his lower periphery, he could see bare skin—a distinct shape—the space between their bodies suddenly feeling hot even though it hadn’t a moment ago.
“Go ahead,” Potter said, and Draco’s air choked off.
“What?” he said through his teeth, a rush in his ears, heat in his chest as his lips went a little numb.
“I said do it. You want to thank me? Want me never to bring up the fact that I saved your arse twice in one day? Get on your knees, then.”
Draco let out a shaky laugh of disbelief, wanting to smile, but not quite capable with the awareness of Potter’s cock hanging out just in front of his own.
“Have you lost your mind?” Draco whispered.
“A bit. So you won’t do it, then? Sort of weird to offer and then chicken out—”
Draco dropped to his knees, grabbed Potter’s hips and held them against the wall, mouth on his half-hard cock before Potter could finish his sentence. Potter let out a choked moan from above him, like he was surprised Draco had actually done it. He had no idea what he was doing, but was determined to do it well. He hid his teeth with his lips like Pansy had told him, bobbing his head, figuring out how to suck.
Draco has never had an orgasm because of pureblood magic. The morning of his thirtieth birthday, he intends to change that.
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He was halfway through wanking himself off when Harry burst through his door. He gasped, flattened his cock against his stomach as Harry landed on the bed, elbow narrowly missing his hip as he propped himself up and grinned.
“Happy Birthday to the worst housemate a guy could ask for,” Harry said, his ribcage crushing his cock to his heaving stomach. “You look flushed. Heat on too high?”
“No, just—warm sleeper—” Draco murmured, using his other hand to hold the duvet tight, making sure Harry couldn’t yank it off him. “Since when don’t you knock?”
“Since we have plans! And you’re late! Come on, there’s cake. Well—there will be. You know how cross Hermione gets when we’re late.”
“Can’t I sleep in on my own birthday? I didn’t even want to do anything.”
“Too bad. People care about you, thought you’d be used to it by now. Get dressed! No time for breakfast anymore,” Harry said as he got up, leaving the door open as he left.
Draco grit his teeth and shut his eyes, giving his cock an apologetic stroke, noticing it had gone soft with fright. He exhaled through his nose and pulled up the waistband on his boxers, hoping he’d find relief tonight in the shower.
Therapist Draco knows what to do if one of his clients falls for him. What are his options if he falls, too?
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The ascent to Mr Potter’s flat felt shorter than it had the last time. He set down his briefcase and kept on his shoes, as if that might remind him to leave. They stood in the low light, lingering in the sitting room.
“I already feel better,” Mr Potter murmured. “Thank you for coming. We can—we can just do the couch if that’s more comfortable for you.”
“Whichever you prefer. I’m here for you,” Draco said, and Mr Potter ducked his head, hands shoved in his pockets as he started across the room, then paused.
“Would you—it might sound mad, but could I just try…” Mr Potter said, shoulders pointed toward the kitchenette, his face in darkness as he looked back toward Draco. “Can you stand here?”
The floor creaked madly as Draco approached, standing right where Mr Potter had stood as he moved away and backed up to the wall in the kitchen, between the refrigerator door and the oven.
“Okay,” Mr Potter said, exhaling a breath, his shoulders lowering. “Can you come closer?”
Draco shook his head, realising his intention.
“I don’t think this is a good idea. It could trigger you—”
“Please. I’m not scared at all, I swear.” Draco could see his face well in the light from the windows—his wide, honest eyes, his proud shoulders.
“Are you quite sure?” Draco asked, frowning at him.
“Positive.”
Slowly, Draco took a step. Then, at Mr Potter’s nod, he took another. His toes were lined up with the edge of the tile, hardly three steps away.
“Alright?” Draco asked, and Mr Potter nodded again.
“I feel fine. He—he came closer, though. About as tall as you are, but it felt like he was towering over me.”
“Should I take another step?” Mr Potter nodded, so Draco did. He was in line with the front of the oven, the rest of the flat outside of his vision. All Draco could see was him.
“I’m fine,” Mr Potter huffed, his eyes glinting as he studied Draco’s face. “One more?”
Draco held his breath and put his hands in his pockets as he took the last step, coming toe to toe with him, holding his gaze to measure his panic. Mr Potter exhaled as he leaned against the wall, his chin up, eyes calm.
“Why aren’t I afraid?” Mr Potter murmured. “If it’s a phobia, shouldn’t it be for everyone?”
“Not necessarily,” Draco answered, hardly daring to breathe. “He was a stranger.”
“You are too. A bit.”
“Yes, I suppose,” Draco said, his voice shaky, feeling the warmth of Mr Potter’s presence—the smell of his shampoo. “Should I step back now?”
“I was waiting to see if I would panic,” Mr Potter said, looking at Draco’s mouth. “I think you’re closer than he was. I—I shoved him away before he could get this far.” Draco nodded, hands in fists in his pockets, too aware of his own breathing now that he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Are you alright?” Mr Potter asked softly, his head lifting from where it had been resting against the wall. “You—you’re not claustrophobic, too, are you?”
“No,” Draco huffed, smiling at him. “I—I’m just worried. Don’t want to induce panic. With such a recent traumatic event…I thought this would be unhelpful.”
“I feel fine. Great, even. Maybe because I…I could feel him behind me, you know? He just…came out of nowhere. I asked you to do this, so…maybe it’s different because of that.”
“Maybe,” Draco said. “I’m not going to attack you, so don’t ask.”
Mr Potter laughed. “I wasn’t going to,” he murmured, and Draco smiled, too. “Shall we move to the bedroom?”
Draco’s gaze fell to Mr Potter’s mouth, then he hung his head and stepped away, frowning to himself.
“After you,” Draco said, extending his hand toward the doorway.
